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“Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the ‘findings’ in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves. In Nora’s heart lay the fossil of Robin, intaglio of her
... See moreThere was even a time, decades ago now, when he began to write the poem, but it withered in his hands like a plucked flower. And so he learned to leave it alone, to let it grow in silence, until the silence consumed it, until the words fell asleep again beneath his skin. Now he wonders whether he will ever find them.
Anjali Sachdeva • All the Names They Used for God
thou art death's fool; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun And yet runn'st toward him still.
William Shakespeare • Measure for Measure
felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
“A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez • One Hundred Years of Solitude
Sylvie said, “I’m right here,” but her mother gave no indication of having heard her, and Sylvie wondered if maybe she wasn’t right here. Her certainty wavered, and with it her sense of self. Sylvie had the sensation of fading away in her black dress and tights. Under Charlie’s gaze, Sylvie had been whole; now, in front of her mother, she was porou
... See moreAnn Napolitano • Hello Beautiful: THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Her public reputation, like Demeter’s daughter, crawls back up from the underworld.
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
He’d had another name first, but it had died like a song with no one left to sing it.